driving, driving, driving.
gorgeous East Texas day.
Milo was over it.
finally! Love this sign so much.
Playing with Cary... little man is growing up so, so fast.
I made the ever-so-wise decision to begin my 800-mile trip home around 6 pm last night, so I was able to crawl into bed around 5:30 am before heading back to work this morning. I make some incredibly brilliant decisions sometimes, lemmetellya.
Speaking of which, around midnight as I was crossing on into the Lone Star State, I got off the phone with ST as I told him I was darting into a rest stop parking lot to relax momentarily as I was feeling pretty groggy. I recalled the blue interstate sign, letting me know the rest stop was approaching in one short mile, and the very next thing I recall, my car was halfway in the ditch on the right side of the highway. I steered to the left to correct and realign on the road, but managed to hit a patch of water (why wouldn't I hit a patch of water?) and my car completely spun around, facing the wrong way, positioned haphazardly on the opposite shoulder of the eastbound lane I'd been driving in. I sat totally stunned for a few minutes, heart busting out of my chest, breath increasingly heavy and quickened. An 18-wheeler sped past my car not 10 seconds after I'd ended up on the shoulder. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The dogs were immobilized, just laying in my lap, petrified. When I snapped back into realizing what had just happened, I started the car and turned around. I realized my driver's side backseat window was wide open, and instantly thought I'd hit something to knock it out. Then I noticed that one of the pups must have stepped on the window button in the console. I recollected, drove until I could park and walk around, examine the car and allow the pups to stretch and breathe a bit. Thankfully, my car was unharmed--just splattered with copious amounts of thick mud.
Please, please be careful. The entire experience lasted less than 10 seconds. From the time I got off the phone with Sean to the time I called him back after it had happened was about nine minutes. It took virtually no time at all for me to nod off, and then snap awake to realize what was happening. Be careful. I can't say it enough.
In other news, I hope you had a fabulous, relaxing Easter! This little bit of gold is circling the internet, and I must say, it's rivaling the greatness of Antoine Dodson and Latarian Milton.
The work posse and I are already quoting the "I ain't got time for that!" for every single possible occasion.